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Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters
Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherford's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a well-wisher to the work & people of God.Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherfoord's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a wellwisher to the work & people of God.
Rotterdam? : s.n., 1664
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
To JONET McCULLOCH. [170]
Dear Sister.
Grace, mercy & peace be to you: I long to hear how your soul prospereth. I am as well as a prisoner of Christ can be, feasted & made fat with the comforts of God: Christ's kisses are made sweeter to my soul then ever they were. I would not change my Master with all the Kings of clay upon the earth. O, my well-beloved is altogether lovely & loving! I care not what flesh can do. I persuade my soul, I delivered the truth of Christ to you, slip not from it for no boasts or fear of men: If ye go against the truth of Christ that I now suffer for, I shall bear witness against you in the day of Christ. Sister, fasten your grips fast on Christ, follow not the guises of this sinful ⟨p. 333⟩world: Let not this clay-portion of earth take up your soul, it is the portion of bastards, & ye are a child of God, therefore seek your father's heritage, send up your heart to see the dwelling house & fair rooms in the new City: Fie, fie upon these who cry up with the World & down with Conscience & Heaven: We have bairns wits, & therefore we cannot prize Christ aright. Counsel your husband & mother to make them for eternity, that day is drawing nigh. Pray for me the prisoner of Christ; I cannot forget you.
GRace, mercy & peace be to you: I long to hear how your soul prospereth. I am as well as a prisoner of Christ can be, feasted & made fat with the comforts of God: Christ's kisses are made sweeter to my soul then ever they were. I would not change my Master with all the Kings of clay upon the earth. O, my welbeloved is altogether lovely & loving! I care not what flesh can doe. I perswade my soul, I delivered the truth of Christ to you, slip not from it for no boasts or fear of men: If ye goe against the truth of Christ that I now suffer for, I shall bear witness against you in the day of Christ. Sister, fasten your grips fast on Christ, follow not the guises of this sinfull